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That Girl, Humanstuck!GHB x Reader

He hated this. This feeling that he had had in his chest since he first saw her all of those many years ago. Its not like he choose to feel this way, he had tried everything under the sun to get the feeling to go away. Not that it ever was, love was next to impossible to get rid of.

That's right. Love.

The big "L" word. The word many people dreamed of, and others despised. He knew that he couldn't help the feeling but he'd be dammed if he didn't hate it. There wasn't another person on the face of the planet that could measure up to that one particular person. He hated it yet loved it at the same time. It was like drugs, you know it's bad but you crave it so much.

She was like drugs.

Hell she was his drug.

He wanted to run up to her and kiss her, make sure that she was his and would never be anyone else's. He wanted to marry the girl. Though there was one little problem with his plan.

He wasn't sure if she even knew he existed.

He was popular sure, so she had to have heard of him and seen him around at some point right?

Probably not.

She probably despised him anyway.

He tended to try to be a friendly person, he usually failed, but he tried.

Points for attempting to at least be nice?

Who was he kidding? He was a sopping mess of hair, bones, muscle tissue, skin, organs, and rage.

Just....a giant bottle of rage.

With a sigh he continued walking down the sidewalk, his boots making a tap against the concrete.

His truck was in the shop unfortunately, leaving him to have to rely on the old two feet to get to where he had to go. He huffed as he rounded the corner for the block for the local public high school.

Fucking hated this place.

If someone wasn't pushing someone in a locker, someone was more than likely copping a feel on someone, doing drugs, or screwing someone in one of the bathrooms.

Disgusting.

There were few people who were actually rather acceptable and weren't getting high or fucking someone.

She was one of them.

Right as he was about to open the front doors to enter the school he was waved down by a tall teenager like himself, though he was shorter by a head or two.

"Ey! Hold on there Nashit."

Nashir rolled his eyes and looked at the young man.

"What the hell do you want Voland, I'm not in the mood for this bullshit."

Voland, a friend of his, grinned, the two scars across his face moving slightly. If he could recall, he got those scars falling in a river.